Chu Xinian's so-called offline exchange meeting is actually equivalent to a literary lecture in a certain sense, which is quite dull and boring. Authors from the same city gathered in a small conference hall to exchange experiences and talk.
Shen Liang sat in the corner of the last row. He folded his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep alone. There was a brochure on his knees, which was about to slip from his legs and fall to the ground.
Chu Xinian was unusually late. He sneaked in through the back door and saw Shen Liang dozing off. He took the opportunity to sit down next to him and reminded him casually: "You are about to drop your book."
Shen Liang knew who it was without looking. He picked up the brochure and covered his face without saying a word, and then continued to sleep.
Chu Xinian finally realized something was wrong, glanced at him, and thinking about Shen Liang's decadence in recent days, he subconsciously asked: "Are you falling out of love?"
As soon as he said it, he thought it was impossible. How could a otaku who squatted at home every day and didn't go out lose his love? Falling out of love with an inflatable doll
Shen Liang took the book off his face and turned his head to look at him: "Can you please stop sitting next to me? I'm sorry."
Chu Xinian shook his head and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, they don't want to sit with me, so you can just make do with it."
Shen Liang's face turned green for a moment: "What are you doing recently?"
Chu Xinian's grandfather is a well-known Feng Shui master. The family is not said to be rich, but it is definitely rich. Chu Xinian doesn't know what he thinks. In order to extract writing materials, he always likes to work and experience life.
Only if you can't think of it, he can't do it.
Chu Xinian straightened his clothes casually: "Nothing, I went to the funeral parlor to study for a while."
He had studied medicine for several years before, but he interrupted it due to some reasons. Recently, he wanted to observe dead people and extract writing materials, so he "changed" another job.
Shen Liang stayed away from him without leaving a trace, thinking that he was not in his right mind: "Why don't you go to the nightclub to be a duck?"
Chu Xinian couldn't see clearly on the stage, so he took out a pair of glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on. He looked very polite, but in Shen Liang's eyes, he was a scumbag. He adjusted the frame of the mirror and was not angry: "If I have free time in the future, I will consider it."
Shen Liangpi praised with a smile, "No wonder your writing is so good."
Chu Xinian knew that Shen Liang was hurting him, so he responded: "It's nothing, just see more about life."
Shen Liang thought to himself that it was no wonder that he couldn't write good things. All he saw every day were perverts like Chu Xinian.
Probably the speech on stage was really boring, and Chu Xinian had no intention of listening. He stopped taking notes, closed the notebook, and asked casually: "I heard that you are planning to change the ending recently?"
Shen Liang paused after hearing the words, and then hummed softly, not sure whether he responded or not.
"It's rare," Chu Xinian said truthfully, "What are you going to write in your next book? Are you going to write a bloody novel?"
Shen Liang shook his head for the first time. He closed his eyes and covered his face with the book again, hiding all his expressions. The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and it took a long time before he uttered a sentence: "I won't write anymore..."
He said: "I will never write again..."
The lecture hall was bustling with activity. Only Shen Liang sat quietly in the corner, seemingly isolated from the world.
Chu Xinian really felt a little surprised now. He raised his eyebrows slightly and wanted to ask something out of habit, but seeing that Shen Liang was in a bad state, he gave up the idea: "It's okay not to write, it's the kind of thing that invites scolding." If you can’t write, don’t write.”
Shen Liang twitched his lips, trying to say that he was not afraid of being scolded, but he didn't explain anything.
Chu Xinian lowered his head, spread out his notebook and continued writing his notes. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly asked, "Have you read my book?"
Shen Liang came to his senses slightly and responded slowly: "Oh, I saw it."
In fact, he only looked at the outline chart on the title page.
Chu Xinian asked without raising his head: "What do you think?"
He didn't expect Shen Liang to give any constructive suggestions. There was a high probability that the other party would give a four-character comment like "stinky and long". However, unexpectedly, Shen Liang actually gave a more serious suggestion:
"The villain in your book is kind of miserable."
When he said this, he was lost in thought for a moment, as if he remembered something long ago, and whispered: "It is unnecessary to put so many tragedies on one person. Just change it if you can. Readers see Not happy either."
Chu Xinian had no intention of changing it. Unlike Shen Liang who wrote books as he pleased, he must have his own intention in whatever he wrote. He only said one sentence: "There are not so many people who have everything going smoothly in the world."
It sounds quite philosophical.
Shen Liang didn't want to admit it, but at the critical moment, Chu Xinian's brain might be a little better than his, and he slowly asked: "... I have been to a place before, but I can't go back now. You said, Is there any way to go back?"
Chu Xinian: "Take a plane."
Shen Liang: "The transportation is not available."
Chu Xinian raised his head and looked at him: "Then how did you get to that place in the first place?"
Shen Liang was speechless: "..."
He also wanted to know how he got there, but he traveled through time in a daze, and then came back again in a daze.
Who can give him an answer
Chu Xinian was always good at connecting the truth from various fragmentary information, and finally discovered that Shen Liang's abnormality was inseparable from the book. He pressed the ballpoint pen in his hand for a while: "You don't really feel that you have traveled through time, do you?"
Shen Liang raised his eyes: "Do you think I'm dreaming?"
Chu Xinian: "I am more inclined to think that you are confused and sleepy. It is very scary to be immersed in a dream and not be able to get out."
Shen Liang only said three words: "It's not a dream."
Chu Xinian curled his lips slightly, which made him look careless and cool: "But you can't go back now, so it's better to treat it as a dream."
Especially since he didn't think it was true.
Shen Liang asked inexplicably: "What if it's true?"
Chu Xinian: "When I die, how about I give you my inheritance?"
He was taking advantage of Shen Liang.
Shen Liang sneered: "You should leave it to your future son."
Chu Xinian is a bachelor and plans to devote his life to literature, but this does not prevent him from disdain for time travel: "You know, the possibility of you time traveling is not as high as the possibility of me being single."
Time travel
Ah…
Chu Xinian looked perfunctory, obviously not believing it.
Shen Liang did not argue with him. People like Chu Xinian were typical of people who would not shed tears until they saw the coffin. If one day he was also bound by the system, he would really be doing harm to the people.
After the exchange meeting, Shen Liang returned home. He didn't sleep for several nights in a row, and finally couldn't stand it any longer, so he fell directly on the bed without even taking off his clothes. Fatigue came over me like a tide, and I soon fell asleep.
However, I don’t know if he was thinking about it, but he had a dream that seemed familiar to the scene in the book...
There was a silent corridor in the dream, with dim lights overhead, and the air was filled with the unique smell of hospital disinfectant. Shen Liang walked along the corridor and found a locked door at the end. Through the glass window, a thin man could be seen curled up in a dark corner.
This scene is somewhat familiar...
An incredible answer vaguely emerged in Shen Liang's mind, but he was not sure. He slowly walked to the window, put his fingertips on the cold glass, and tried hard to see clearly who was inside, but he couldn't see clearly.
"Shao Quhan..."
Shen Liang struggled to speak out. He patted the window hard, and the sound was dull.
"is it you?"
If you listen carefully, your voice will tremble.
"Shao Fanhan?"
Shen Liang screamed a lot, and the man huddled in the corner had some reaction after hearing the words. He slowly raised his head and looked out the window blankly. His face was pale, and his eyes were so dark that even the light couldn't shine through.
After Shen Liang saw his eyebrows clearly, his pupils shrank, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand: "Shao Quhan!"
Shao Fanhan heard his voice and stood up from the ground in confusion, then slowly walked to the window. His thin figure could barely hold the hospital gown on him, and he looked empty.
Like Shen Liang, he put his fingertips on the glass window, looked at Shen Liang for a long time, and then narrowed his eyes: "Who... are you..."
Shao Fanhan felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, indescribably familiar.
Shen Liang couldn't help but clenched his fingertips. He wanted to open the window, but found that it was locked and couldn't pull it open. He clenched his fist and smashed the glass hard.
Shao Fanhan approached the glass window and said, "Stop smashing it."
He said: "It hurts a lot..."
Shen Liang couldn't listen at all and just wanted to get Shao Fanhan out of that hellish place. However, the windows and doors were locked, and he couldn't open them until his hands bled.
Shao Quhan looked at him through the glass and said nothing.
After Shen Liang tried many times to no avail, he finally stopped. He was panting, and suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He wiped the window full of fingerprints with his sleeve, and said to Shao Quhan in a panic: "I will definitely save you, I... I will definitely save you..."
The back of his hand was covered in blood, and the glass became dirtier as he wiped it.
Shao Fanhan pressed his head against the glass window and looked down at his fingertips. The back of his hand was covered in scars. Maybe he had done the same thing as Shen Liang.
"Why are you leaving me here alone..." Shao Quhan suddenly asked in a low voice.
Shen Liang made a move.
Shao Fanhan looked up at him, with most of his body immersed in shadow. His eyes were still the same as in his memory, but full of despair: "Is it because you are afraid of me?"
Shen Liang shook his head unconsciously and wanted to say no, how could he be afraid of Shao Fanhan, but the more anxious he became, the harder he could speak.
Shao Fanhan said: "I can take medicine, I take it every day..."
He tightened his grip on the guardrail on the window: "Don't leave me here alone. I take medicine every day to treat my illness. Shen Liang, it's very dark here..."
He called a cold name, his voice was deep, his face was pale and desperate, like a trapped animal,
"I won't hurt you... don't be afraid of me..."
Shao Fanhan said: "Don't be afraid of me..."
Shen Liang couldn't help but blush when he heard this. He clenched his fingertips and suddenly punched the window hard: "Who told you to take medicine?! Didn't I tell you not to take it?! Why do you still need to take it?!"
"I will never want you! Didn't I say it before? Why don't you believe it!"
His voice was originally angry, but as he spoke, it suddenly dropped. Shen Liang buried his head deeply, his eyes were red, and he was choked with sobs. He said to Shao Fanhan: "Who said I don't want you anymore... I've been looking for you... I've been looking for you..."
But how should he go back...
How should he go back...
Tears soaked the pillow, and the people in the dream gradually disappeared.
Shen Liang's breathing was rapid, his figure trembled, and he suddenly woke up from his dream. He tried hard to lift his heavy eyelids, but what he saw was the ceiling above his head. When he reached out and touched it, his face was covered with cold liquid.
Is it a dream...
But Shen Liang was more afraid that it was true.
He was stunned for a long time, and then he sat up from the bed with his hands on his hands. The restlessness over the past few days made him look extremely decadent. Shen Liang sat down at the desk and turned on the computer. Unexpectedly, the words Chu Xinian once said rang in his mind -
"Then how did you get to that place in the first place?"
How did he get to that place in the first place...
Shen Liang just wrote a novel that was extremely bloody, and then caused massive complaints and protests from readers. As a result, he was bound by the system and time-traveled into his own novel.
Is it necessary to write another book to introduce the system
This knowledge made Shen Liang's heart stop for a moment. He didn't know whether the answer was correct, but he should give it a try anyway. He covered the keyboard with trembling fingertips, and then re-created a document. His brain was working nervously, conceiving a plot and planning to write a more bloody novel.
However, Shen Liang had just finished drafting the title of the book, and before he could type a single word of the text, an invisible force suddenly took control of his hands, making him unable to move.
A familiar mechanical voice sounded in the air, with a serious tone: Young hero, please stop.
Shen Liang was startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously looked at the sound, only to see a large, dazzling diamond appearing in the sky above the room. His expression was startled, then he couldn't control himself and fell into ecstasy: "System? System!"
For the first time, Shen Liang had the urge to burst into tears. He stood up from his position with such force that his chair was overturned. He was so excited that he could not speak coherently: "You finally showed up!"
you! he! mom! of! end! At! out! now! Got it!
The system flew down and circled around Shen Liang: Dear host, I'm back again, have you missed me~
Shen Liang thought of what he had experienced during this period and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "I miss you so much..."